A Tribute to Timo – My Alarm Clock with Fur

Sandpaper kisses from him start my day

The Language of Silence

Yesterday a friend of mine sent me a text after reading my post “Diary of Miracle: Part One”. First of all, it’s not my writing. I quoted it from Ariel Ford’s book, Soulmate Secret where Ariel herself doesn’t know who the real writer is. My friend asked me why I put “Love, God” at the end of the post. Since I’m not the writer, of course I can’t represent him/her to explain why, but I think it would be nice–a little miracle, I must say–when you open your mailbox and you found this beautiful letter from God himself.

My Magician

Recently I read my psychological portrait. Flipping through the pages, the expert tried to describe me in many facets as if any human language can simply do it. At first I was trying to be open-minded, but after I read one-two pages, I started to think that the psychologist might have made some mistakes—that the portrait might be inaccurate.

Ocean Frog

Bawa Muhaiyaddeen told this version of sufi story. An oceanfrog comes to visit a ditchfrog, who is very proud of where he lives, a section of ditch two feet deep, four feet long, and three feet across. He jumps around demonstrating

Sohbet

Why should I seek more?
I am the same as he.

His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.

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Monday, November 10, 2008 at 1:57pm

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